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Beaten Off by a Stranger

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by Jackson Dick In my last story I related a visit to the Nob Hill Adult Theatre where a hot dancer body jacked my chest with his fat, leaky prick. It was SOOO hot! But I still was afraid to touch him- I really just took off my shirt to let him body-jack his oozing dick on my naked chest. It was awhile before anything like that happened again. But I did start visiting porno theatres when I had some free time in the city. I never joined in any of the action, but I did watch a lot. And I saw a lot of hot guys getting off with each other in different ways. But my favorite was seeing guys jack together. Even on the rare occasion where a regular circle jerk was going on, I still didn't yet have the courage to whip mine out and join in. I just watched. Occasionally guys would come on to me- sometimes even boldly reaching out to try to feel me up. But I wasn't yet ready for that. I was really just a voyeur at this point. But I did LOVE watching! : - ) I never dreamed that I was about to cross the boundary between voyeur and exhibitionist... I don't remember how I first learned about the Circle J Club. (It was before I discovered Club Stroke, but I was working on-line quite a bit, so it may have been the Internet. Anyway...) Somehow or other I found my way down to the Circle J. Now the Circle J is unlike any other space I've ever seen. It is NOT a sex club; NOT a bathouse; and not exactly a porno theatre, although it's full of hot porn. The Circle J is a private club where men get together to stroke with other men. Some guys are into jerking solo in an environment with other guys. Some guys are into M2M jerking and play. And some guys are into groupjack. And the guys are diverse- all ages, ethnicities, orientations and 'types'. The only thing they seem to have in common is a love of meatbeating together with other men! The Circle J is located in the middle of the worst block in one of the worst neighborhoods of San Francisco, and standing outside its doorway for the first-time I wondered what I had gotten myself into! But I couldn't turn back now. SOOO...I paid my $8 entrance fee and the clerk buzzed me into the main room. I found myself in a large room with rows and rows of church pews facing forward to the front of the room, where different porn videos were playing on one huge screen and two smaller ones to the side. There were about five guys all spread out in different pews and different parts of the theatre. I walked the length of the theatre looking at each guy as I went. Everybody was beatin dick solo. Some guys just had it stickin out through their zippers, while others had their pants pulled down around their knees or ankles, and still others had their pants off altogether. One young man on the front row was naked, and there was no evidence of clothing anywhere around him. (I later learned that this nice club furnishes a clothing check for guys who like to jack in the nude.) Some of the guys returned my look, all the while continuing to jack. Others just ignored everything around them, concentrating only on flogging their dicks. >From the main room, I entered successively into each of the Circle J's backrooms. On this day, there was no one there, although on later visits some of my hottest times occurred in the back. On this visit, the adjacent garage (an incredibly hot playspace) was also closed. So I returned to the mainroom, and took a seat in the middle of a pew in the middle of the theatre. I just watched the vids w/o making any move to jack- just kind of collecting my thoughts about the place, and still fairly nervous about this new environment. There was a guy on the far end of the pew in front of me who would periodically look back at me- I guess wondering when I'd take mine out and join the rest of the gang. (and it amuses me now that I was so shy about this!) Eventually, he moved to the middle of his pew, directly in front of me, and still continuing to peer back periodically. The guy was kind of nerdy looking: young, skinny, with thick glasses, sandy hair and a gimme cap he wore backwards. He had a nice prick- I'd guess about a 7-incher, thin but rock-hard and quite curved. He seemed to be edging- would slow jack for awhile, speed up, and as his breathing became heavy, would suddenly stop, stretching out both arms on the tops of the pews in each direction as he edged back and simultaneously giving himself a break. A new man entered the theatre and sat at the far end of my pew. He immediatly pulled his already-hard prick out and began to jack, never even looking at me. The newcomer was 50-something, medium build w/ salt and peper crewcut and beard, and a medium-size dick. He unbottoned his shirt and played with his nipples as he jacked dick. The guy in front of me continued to look back from time to time, glancing from my crotch to my face and back again. When he was close to edging, his mouth would be open w/ a lewd smile and his eyes half-closed from pleasure. Between the porn and the expression on the face of the guy in front of me (not to mention the noises he made- heavy breathing, moaning, and a little high-pitched quiet squeal as he edged) and the guy to my left jackin away on his won dick, I was developing a raging boner- almost painful, and still I wasn't touching myself. The guy in front of me edged again, and immediately spread both arms out in either direction on the top of his pew, breathing deeply and concentrating on backing down from the edge of the O. After about a minute of recovery, he returned to jacking with his right hand, but kept his left arm stretched out across the pew in front of me. He turned his head now and just STARED long and hard at my crotch. Even through my Levi's, it was obvious I had a boner stretching from my crotch way over to my right pantspocket. The guy licked his lips and just stared with pleading eyes. When I STILL made no move to release my dick, he finally returned his face to the porno screen as he jacked. Then, without warning, he moved his left arm from the top of his pew back to my right knee, which he gently patted. I was frozen with fear, curiosity, dread and excitement, but I continued to look forward and kept my hands at my side. When I did not resist his hand on my knee, he slowly and gently began massaging my thigh, moving backwards and forwards between my knee and the very edge of my crotch, but never quite touching the prize. He continued to face forward, jacking himself with his right hand. The guy at the end of my pew was taking notice of the roving hand in the middle of our pew and was watching with interest. I heard some noise behind me, and looked around to see that another patron had moved to the pew directly behind mine. He was both quite a bit older and morbidly obese, as well as being both bald and disheveled-looking: nothing appealing about him, except for the super-FAT pud he was pounding. His was really sausage shaped- widest in the middle and with a thinner (but still AWFULLY FAT) base and head. He was grunting rudely with each stroke of his fat hand on his enornous prick. I returned to face forward. Encountering no resistance on my thigh, the hand tentatively brushed against my pulsating prick, making it instantly strain against the fabric of my Levis. When I still didn't resist, he began feeling me up roughly through my jeans, all the while continuing to face forward. The guy to my left moved closer in to me for a better look as the nerdy guy felt me up. The fat, old guy behind me was leaning forward and watching my crotch rather than the porno on the screen. I continued to face forward as the strange hand pawed at the buttons of my 501's. The hand was impatient now, and wanted to touch hot dickflesh. The fat guy reached over, patted my chest and reached down, apparently intent on helping. I grabbed his hand and politely but forcefully returned it to the pew behind me. The guy got the message and was content to just watch and grunt as he jacked his own thick sausage. The hand from the row in front of me continued to struggle with the buttons. I kept my hands at my side, but did scoot up in the pew so that the hand could have easier access with my jeans. The hand got all the buttons open and greedily grabbed my dick through my briefs. The fingers worked insistantly until they had pulled my cock through the hole in my briefs so that it was just jutting out. The guy to my left moved even closer, now practically right next to me and fixated on the strange hand as it began to rythmically beat my dick. A guy toward the front of the theatre, hearing the movement, came back and sat in the pew right in front of me, right next to the jacking hand. As the hot handjob continued, this new guy turned completely around, knelt on the pew in front of me, and leaned forward for a better view of my throbbing dick being jacked off by a stranger. The new guy had a medium size one hanging out of his pants and leaking dick goo all over the place. Periodically, he would reach down and scoop up some and lick his fingers, never taking his eyes off of my prick. I continued to keep my arms at my side, passively enjoying being beaten off by a stange hand. The last man in the theatre- the young naked guy from the front row- came and joined me on the pew to my immediate right, watching the handjob as he continued to play with himself. Now here is the funny part: By now, every eye in the theatre was fixed on my big dick being beaten by the strange hand, EXCEPT FOR the hand's owner, who inexplicably was no longer looking at me, but was instead facing forward to the porno as he jacked himself with his right hand and me with his left! I would love to say that this cool scene lasted for awhile. But the truth is I was SOOO HOT from having an audience that I knew I would blow almost immediately. And so I broke the silence, by being the first (and only) guy to speak during any of this scene. "Oh man, I'm about to come. Jack it harder.". That was ALL I said, but everybody (accept the handjob guy)_took note and leaned forward. The fat guy was grunting louder now, and he was so close behind me I could feel his hot breath on my neck. The naked guy on my right, the other guy on my left, and the guy kneeling in front all leaned in for a close-up view of the cumshot. I heaved a loud sigh and let go as the hand stroked furiously up and down my spasming dick. The first shot fired up, part splattering me in the face and part firing back in the direction of the fat guy. (I don't know if he got a direct hit or not, but I kind of think he did, because he groaned really loudly and with a sense of surprise in his voice). The second and third shots landed on my chest and boot respectively. I moaned as all the guys around me furiously beat on their own dicks while watching me come. The hand continued to hungrily milk my dick of all its juice. When it began to become painful, I gently grabbed the wrist and removed it. As he retracted his arm from my pew, the owner turned around for the first time in many minutes to look at the mess he had made. The guys began to move away and refocus on their own solojacks. The guy to my left on my pew smiled and kindly offered me tissues. (I had come unprepared, as I was really only there to WATCH, right?) I left the Circle J, incredibly sated from one of the best orgasms of my life. I already knew I was a voyeur. I had just discovered I was also a true exhibitionist. Not only would I watch. I would BE WATCHED again as a stranger beat me off for the masturbatory pleasure of other men. I hope you like my most recent story. Please feel free to contact me by e-mail w/ your thoughts, experiences, etc. Next time, I really WILL relay the story of my last Circle J visit with the foul-mouthed Middle Eastern man with the horsecock and the young buffed Asian guy. In the meantime, keep on strokin!